Knock Out Curves (Plus Size Loving) BBW Romance by Adriana Hunter

 
     
    Shelby sighed happily as she stretched,
still comfortably between the sheets of her bed. The clock on the
table next to her told her it was ten o’clock in the morning, and
she was happy as a clam because she had absolutely nowhere to be
and nothing to do. It was the Monday of Memorial Day Weekend and
she was off the hook for work. She could stay in bed and read, or
perhaps go out and do some light shopping.
    Throwing off the covers, she whistled her
way into the shower, and kept whistling right on until her phone
rang halfway through breakfast. Glancing at the little screen, she
saw it was her sister, Lisa, and answered.
    “Shelby. Thank God,” Lisa said, sounding
thoroughly harried. “I just got a call from corporate telling me
that I need to fly to Los Angeles to head up a training
seminar.”
    “Oh, no. Do you need me to watch
Dawson?”
    “Could you?” Lisa paused. “I’m really sorry,
Shelby. I know you probably had plans for the weekend but I really
don’t trust anyone else with him.”
    “I don’t mind at all, Lisa. Really, it’s no
trouble. I love spending time with Dawson. Besides, he hasn’t seen
his auntie in awhile so it will be good for both of us.”
    “Thanks, sis. You’re the best.”
     
    ****
     
    The two walked in over an hour later, Lisa
hauling a pile of bags, Dawson skipping happily with a gap-toothed
grin on his face.
    “Auntie Shel!” he launched himself at her
and nearly knocked the wind out of her as he wrapped his arms
around her hips.
    “Hey sport.” Shelby laughed and ruffled his
hair. “How’ve you been?”
    “Great!” He jumped back and looked up at
her. “Mommy says I get to spend the WHOLE weekend with you.”
    “You sure do.” Lisa set the bags down next
to the kitchen counter and pulled her son in for a quick hug. “I
have a daily checklist of places he needs to be and things he needs
to get done every day for while I’m gone.”
    “Places he needs to be?” Shelby frowned. “I
thought we would just hang out, maybe go to the Science Center or
the beach.”
    Lisa waved her hand. “It’s just school and
his daily karate class. 4 P.M. every afternoon.”
    Oh Jesus. “Alright. I’ll take care of
it.” H
    They got Dawson settled, and then Lisa
rushed out the door to the airport. The two of them stood in the
kitchen for a long moment, simply looking at each other.
    “So, what do you want to do this
afternoon?”
    They ended up going to Putt Putt, a
miniature golfing center, and Shelby decided there were worse ways
to spend an afternoon. They played two rounds, then enjoyed hot
dogs and ice cream in the small food court inside the building
before going for a round in the arcade.
    By the time they were done, Dawson had a
handful of glow in the dark worms, a large Sponge Bob plushie, and
candy-sticky lips.
    “Do we really have to go?” he whined as she
dragged him out the door and to the car.
    “You have karate in less than an hour,
remember?” she said.
    “Oh yeah.” His face instantly turned solemn
as she buckled him in. “Sensei is very strict about being on time.
He’d make me do extra push-ups if I was late.”
    Shelby raised her eyebrows. This sensei of
his sounded like a hard ass. She instantly pictured an image of an
old, Asian man with a pencil thin mustache and beard and a stern
look on his face.
    They got home, dressed Dawson in his
uniform—or gi , as he called it—tugged on his orange belt,
and headed to the dojo. It was a surprisingly small building in the
middle of a strip mall, with tall glass windows that allowed you to
see straight inside. There was a bell on the door that jingled as
they stepped inside into what was actually one big, open room with
low walls separating different areas. Right in the center was a
series of wooden benches set up like bleachers, where parents could
sit and watch. Over the low pony wall was the dojo itself, a
rectangular, carpeted area where quite a few students of varying
belt levels stood,